We will go, young and old . . . .

It is in fact biblical.  Tomorrow, three generations of the Bloggers are piling into a van, headed for the City of Brotherly Love, for a 36-hour frolic and detour. We usually travel to funerals, weddings, art openings and cemeteries.  This is the first excursion just for the sake of it.

The cast:  DOB (dad of blogger), SOB (sister of blogger), HOSOB (husband of SOB), POB (partner of blogger), TLP (our son, the little prince) and me.  We will be reprising our infamous roles from prior epic sagas:

• The driver:  me.
• The co-pilot:  DOB (G-d help us all; I will tweet if we end up in one or the other Carolina).
• The back-seat drivers:  SOB and TLP.
• Coffee and snack provider extraordinaire: POB.
• Bird Talk: HOSOB and TLP.

No one bought tickets for me at any of the museums tomorrow, because everyone assumes (rightfully so) that I will take to my hotel bed upon arrival.  SOB kept emphasizing that there was a spa at the hotel.  I can take a cab to any number of spas in New York City.  So, the hotel spa isn’t so much a draw, as it is a consolation prize.

POB is getting the directions in case there is no GPS in the van/truck.  I wonder whether it is considered a car or a truck for parking areas at rest stops.

I am bringing breath fresheners and sedatives.  For a family excursion, these are travel necessities, right along with deodorant, a change of underwear and toothpaste.

More tomorrow.